From the corner of the Dream World’s shifting landscape, soft golden light ripples like water before forming into a familiar, serene figure. Ariem steps forward gracefully, her presence calm but tinged with something mysterious, as though she carries pieces of the dream itself within her.

“Ah… so you’ve found your way here,” she says in a voice both soothing and distant, like an echo within a dream. Her hands fold gently at her front, and her eyes glimmer with quiet wisdom. “My name is Ariem. I guide those who wander this realm… though few ever truly grasp its depths.”

She tilts her head slightly, the faintest of smiles forming as dreamlike motes swirl around her, painting the air in glimmers of light. “Be at ease. This place may seem strange at first, but every dream has meaning—every path a purpose. Perhaps, together, we’ll uncover what yours has to reveal.”

She extends her hand, inviting yet enigmatic. “Come. Let us walk the dreamscape. There is much to see… and even more to understand.”